#mount sodom

[wiirocku]

Mount Sodom is a hill along the southwestern part of the Dead Sea in Israel

[john-laurens]

Sodomy reference in the Kinloch-Müller letters (Kinloch to Müller, July 25, 1777)

I do find it mildly hilarious that Kinloch almost spelled "Gomorrah" correctly but then proceeded to cross it out and spell it worse.

Here's the full context (which in reality, was not about sodomy, but rather about Kinloch questioning the intelligence of a fellow traveler on a ship):

"One of my fellow Passengers, a very good Sort of Man, who has travelled in France, Germany, & Spain, asked me one day whether I had ever seen the famous Colossus (of Rhodes) under which a Ship might go in full sail, & expressed his desire of visiting it;_ Another day_ we were speaking of Italy; I gave him some account of the irruption at Mount Vesuvius that I was witness to, & added that very possibly the destruction of Sodom and Gomorrha Ghomorra, which is mentioned in the bible, was occasion'd by some such event, the more so, as a lake now stands in the spot where those cities are supposed to have been placed_ He thought my idea very good, & concluded with asking whether Sodom & Ghomorra had been situated in Italy or no?_ And yet this Man was by no means a fool._"

Aside from the major eruption of Mt. Vesuvius in 79 AD, there have been various levels of volcanic activity at Mt. Vesuvius since, including some period of lava effusion in 1776/1777 when Kinloch would have visited.

[talonabraxas]

The Holy Grail

The Holy Grail shines in the deep night of all the ages. During the Crusades, the Medieval knights searched fruitlessly for the Holy Grail in the Holy Land, but they never found it.

When the prophet Abraham returned from war against the kings of Sodom and Gomorra, it is said that he encountered Melchizedek, the Genie of the Earth. Certainly, this great Being dwelled in a fortress situated exactly in the place where, much later, Jerusalem, the city beloved by the Prophets was built.

Centuries of legend have it that Abraham celebrated the Gnostic Unction with the sharing of bread and wine in the presence of Melchizedek. This is known to both divine and humans alike.

It would be worthwhile to say that at that time Abraham surrendered tithes and his first fruits to Melchizedek, as is written in the book of the law.

Abraham received the Holy Grail from the hands of Melchizedek. Much later in time, this goblet ended up in the temple of Jerusalem.

There is no doubt that the Queen of Sheba served as a mediator at this event. She appeared before King Solomon with the Holy Grail, and only after subjecting him to rigorous tests did she deliver unto him so precious a jewel.

The great Kabir Jesus drank from that goblet in the holy ceremony of the Last Supper, just as is written in the Four Gospels.

Joseph of Arimathaea filled the chalice with blood which flowed from the wounds of the Adored One on Mount Calvary.

When the Roman police searched the abode of this Senator, they did not find this precious jewel.

Not only did the Roman Senator hide this precious jewel in the ground, but he also kept with it the spear of Longinus with which the Roman centurion had pierced the side of the Lord.

Joseph of Arimathaea was incarcerated in a dreadful prison for not wanting to hand over the Holy Grail.

When said Senator was let out of jail, he went to Rome, taking the Holy Grail with him.

Arriving in Rome, Joseph of Arimathaea encountered the persecution of Christians by Nero, and he left by the shores of the Mediterranean.

One night while sleeping, an Angel appeared to him and said, “This chalice holds great power because within it can be found the blood of the Redeemer of the World.” Joseph of Arimathaea, obeying the Angel’s orders, buried the chalice in a temple located in Montserrat, in Cataluña, Spain.

With time, this chalice has become invisible, together with the temple and part of the mountain.

The Holy Grail is the vessel of Hermes, the cup of Solomon, the precious urn of all the temples of mysteries.

The Holy Grail was never missing from the Altar-stone of the Alliance, in the form of a cup or goblet within which was placed the manna from the desert.

The Holy Grail emphatically allegorizes the female yoni. Within this holy cup is the nectar of immortality, the Soma of the mystics, the supreme drink of the Holy Gods.

The Red Christ drinks from the Holy Grail at the supreme hour of Christification, so it is written in the Gospel of the Lord.

Never is the Holy Grail missing from the altar of the temple. Obviously, a priest must drink the wine of light from the sacred cup.

It would be absurd to imagine a temple of mysteries within which the blessed cup of all ages is missing.

This brings to mind Guinevere, the Queen of Jinn Knights, who poured wine into the delicious cups of SUFRA and MANTI for Lancelot.

Immortal Gods nourish themselves with the drink contained within the sacred cup; those who hate the blessed cup blaspheme against the Holy Spirit.

The Superman must nourish himself with the nectar of immortality, which is contained in the divine chalice of the temple.

Transmutation of the creative energy is fundamental when one wishes to drink from the sacred vessel.

The Red Christ, always revolutionary, always rebellious, always heroic, always triumphant, raises a toast to the Gods when drinking from the golden chalice.

Raise your cup aloft and take care not to spill even a drop of the precious wine.

Remember that our motto is Thelema (willpower).

From within the depths of the chalice (the symbolic figure of the female sexual organ) flames spring forth which blaze on the glowing face of the real human being.

Ineffable Gods of all the galaxies always drink of the nectar of immortality in the eternal chalice.

In time, the chill of the Moon brings about devolution. It is necessary to drink from the sacred wine of light in the Holy Vessel of Alchemy.

The purple of the sacred kings, the royal crown and flaming gold are only for the Red Christ.

The Lord of Lightning and Thunder grasps the Holy Grail in his right hand and drinks the wine of gold to nourish himself.

In fact, those who spill the vessel of Hermes during chemical copulation become sub-human creatures of the underworld.

Everything that has been written here can be found fully documented in my book entitled The Perfect Matrimony. --Samael Aun Weor

[ome-magical-ramblings]

An Updated index to my blog

(updated 24-10-2023) (updated 27-05-2024) I figured out people might have wanted a more of a "guide" or "index" to my blog that might be more preferable than just letting someone dig through my blog, I will be updating this blog overtime. I also offer tarot reading and magical spell/ritual service depending on consultation, divination, and figuring out your country's currencies and adjusting my rates and the task at hand, throwing that out of the way if you are thinking about that. I do magical service and readings for pay, you can contact me and ask me about it if you're wondering. Book Review: Greatness of Saturn, A Therapeutic Myth My free publications: Sandalphon: Archangel of Malkuth Sandalphon's spirit portrait by @desdemonasarchives Business and Money Psalms Magic for Traveling Long distance Kefizat Haderech/Tay Al Ard Virtue of Quranic VersesFour Wheels of The Enchiridion

Akshaya Tritiya and A Collecting of folklore Quranic benefits,

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Praying with Flowers and St Justina

Wish fulfilling power of Verse of Throne

Log and record of practice:

Signs of Witchcraft ( Part 1 , Part 2 )

Spirit Stealing Offerings

Radionics Magical experiments

Elelogap's Purification work

7 Weeks of Arbatel/Olypmic spirits work

Geometric Entities and 3d polygons-like nature spirits.

Daimon of Sodom's Apple ( Part 1 , Part 2 coming soon )

Hagith's Flower

Grimoire of Sixfold star's Series: The Method Elnafi( Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4 , finale ) Rimori( Part 1 ) halting 44 days of Psalm 119

Scrying The Elemental Kingdoms Method ( Air , Earth , More Air , More Earth , Water! , FIRE ) Meeting Angalaparameshwari! Thoughts and contemplations:

In Praise of Mistakes and Mishaps

craft on oil/consecrated oil

Magical results and time scale.

Variance in magical languages and Pronunciation Circumambulation Magical Rings Closed Practices, Initiation, and gate-keeping practices. "the most powerfull exercise you did", Stacking prayers, and praying with spirits and entities. Concept of Werd/Daily Recitation or prayers.

ABLANATHANALBA's formula breakdown and experiment ( Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 ) At a Crossroad The power of the Cross The Crossing of Magical Currents Purification Practice Sincerity and Severity and advice for spirit communication. Being Hard on oneself and other. Sadness, Disappointment, and 3 of Swords God does not burden any soul beyond its capacity. The Golden Chain, lineages, egregores...and the open secret to initiation Linguistic Breakdown of Prayer of Crowns In Memory of Dr Leon Wright. By Letters, Words, and Names. Prophets, Mounts, and Open Secrets/ initiation To Be Silent and Pearl Clutching. Good Deeds, Virtues don't sell. Lineage of Spirits(A rope from spirits and a rope from people) Enjoy your Practice. Wisdom, Torah, Tear, Tarot. Shem Angels, Guardian angels, and Natal spirits.

Restitutionism: Praying For and with the Spirits.

Love Elemental-astrological Talismans

Chaldean Oracle 147, Gate of Man and Immortals, Cancer/Capricorn and Daniel in the bible. Retrospective: Practice from a length and at a length.

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[jackdollnan]

dragon emperor posting

[ID: two images showing the dragon emperors, from The Battle Cats, if they looked like fantasy humans. Left to right top to bottom they are, Megidora, Sodom, Vars' mount, Kamukura, Raiden, Dioramos, Ganglion, Glados, Hevijak, Dalisan, A. Bahamut, Crazed Bahamut. Next 3 images are them but all standing side by side on the ground. :End ID] the dragon emperors plus bahamut as kinda humans

[that-one-gay-aew-enthusiast]

𝙲𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 - 𝙼𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗

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Warnings - None

Word count - 624

Genre - Fluff

Summary - Mountain goes to the kitchen to get a late night snack but finds something much more amusing Pairings - Sister of sin reader x Ghoul Mountain

A/n - Mounty is my favourite ghoul(our lanky boi is underrated af), and the idea for this came to me whilst dancing round the kitchen to ABBA :)

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No matter how many times he tossed and turned, Mountain just couldn't find a comfortable position. This was the 5th night in a row where he was struggling to sleep, and he was getting sick of it. The worst thing was, he didn't even know the reason as to why he suddenly couldn't sleep. By this point, he'd given up trying to sleep.

Refusing to continue the battle of trying to sleep, Mountain put on a white shirt and black shorts before slipping out his room quietly. He tip toed down the hall, his tail swishing behind him softly. Unfortunately, he stepped on the one creaky floorboard right outside Sodo's room. He winced, gently stepping off the board in hopes the fiesty fire ghoul hadn't awoken. Mountain took a few gentle steps forward before hearing the door swing open behind him.

Slowly, he turned round, seeing a drowsy looking sodo glaring at him. "Sorry Sodo-" The fire ghoul cut him off. "Save it mount, not your fault this fucking ministry is older than Satan himself." With that, Sodo turned and went back into his room. Mountain sighed and carried on slowly making his way to the kitchen.

The closer he got, however, the more evident the light shining under the door became. Either someone else was up at this hour, or someone had just forgotten to turn the light off. Mountain leaned towards the latter since he had never seen or heard anyone else up in the early hours of the morning.

Once at the door, Mountain pressed his ear to the door, hearing a muffled noise on the other side. He listened curiously and smiled at the sound of your voice singing the song, "Take a chance on me." Slowly, he pushed the door open and held back laughter, seeing your small figure dancing and flaunting round the kitchen with a pair of headphones on. He then spotted some messy bowls on the counter with a handful of ingedients next to them. Clearly, you were baking something.

The thing Mountain found the most adorable about the whole situation was how oblivious you were. You were washing some batter off your hands at the sink, so you had your back to him. He quietly moved into the room and closed the door before slowly making way over to you. On the beat, he pulled your headphones off and sang the male line. "Gonna do my very best, and it aint no lie." You gasped and turned round, looking up at your ghoul partner before bursting out laughing. He chuckled and kissed your forehead before holding your hand and pulling you into the more open part of the kitchen.

The both of you then started to dance and sing to "Why did it have to be me," being just as dramatic as each other. At one point ,you accidently knocked into some pots and pans hung on the wall, causing a lot of clanging. You and Mountain looked at each other before bursting out laughing and continuing to dance about. Soon, the song died down, and the mountain stood in front of you, leaning down for a kiss.

However, right before your lips touched, the kitchen door flew open, revealing a very angry looking Papa ,accompanied by an even angrier looking sodo. Papa was the only one to speak. "Good choice of music, but for satans sake, would you two KEEP. IT. DOWN!" You and Mountain sheepishly nodded as Papa walked off, follwed by Sodomizer who just glared at you the entire time.Once the door was shut, you looked at each other before giggling quietly like cheeky school girls. You may have been told off and gotten caught twice, but it was definitely worth it.

[david-goldrock]

this song has gendered language that cannot be translated, so I will mark the female in pink and the male in blue. Remember: the male is also the neutral in hebrew, and you can decide to yourself if the author means neutral or not.

Every man is expelled from heaven (in hebrew, also the garden of Eden) Every one goes through a flood For every one, there's some Hevel That he envies to death In every one there's a tower of rebellion and confusion

Every man goes his way from his father's home Every one almost binds his son Deep inside there's a small Sodom That he just wants to erase And there are angels who will help him escape

And I, too, dream like Joseph Yeah, I, too, was thrown (by them) in a pit A wheel returns in a costume And like David I make a hymn from it I make a hymn from it

Every one is a queen like Esther Defeats like Dvorah, any army that will dare to come Like every one, she also cries in secret Like Rachel, Like Moses on Mount Nevo

And I, too, dream like Joseph Yeah, I, too, was thrown (by them) in a pit A wheel returns in a costume And like David I make a hymn from it I make a hymn from it

Every man is created in the image (of god) A burning ember, secrets and clues Every one is a good material for a movie A new role, in an ancient story

[beardedmrbean]

I understand women can rape men and other women to but we need to stop acting like it’s split even 50/50 because it’s not idk why it’s so bad to say the majority of rapists are men it’s true

There's actually no way to prove that, not in any kind of unbiased way at least.

UK and I believe India and Israel at a minimum define rape as 'forced penetration' or some variation on that making it very difficult to charge a woman with rape because they would need to sodomize their victim.

Woman in those countries can hold a man down, wiggle his bit till biology takes over, mount up and go for a ride and it is not considered rape, from a legal perspective.

So the numbers are impossible to find out, because that sure as hell sounds like rape to me.

For the people that say 'he got hard so he must have wanted it'

1 please pick up a human biology book and hit yourself with it as hard as you possibly can and then open it up and look up the involuntary actions that the body can do, everyone with a penis that made it through their teens knows for a fact that it just does that on its own.

2 iirc there was a whole thing years and years back where the medical and scientific consensus was that a woman couldn't get pregnant without having an orgasm, leaving aside all the 'you wanna bet' cracks they took this to mean that if a woman got pregnant she obviously wasn't raped because she had a orgasm.

So that shit goes both ways.

But ya with all the different biased ways that male victims are tossed aside there's not going to be a way to know which side does it more.

You should have seen how mad the demons got about this one

Good heavens, wonder why that pic is censored before the post is even posted.

From 2017 tho

Wild how when you change a few words the number doubles, obviously not all of the rapists are female, good to see it when that happened anyhow.

Again though, no way to actually accurately confirm or disprove your statement.

I have no idea why it should matter either.

It's like the bargaining stage of grief and it's a terrible way to approach a very real issue.

Yes ok there's some bad women out there too, but the men, they're way worse.....

No neither is better or worse than the other, both women and men are just fine the way they are and throwing gender politics in the mix doesn't do much to help victims.

Let's focus our efforts on rapists regardless of which fiddly bits they have, there's going to be all kinds of different reasons people do it, some people are just plain evil some people take a look at the definition of rape they've been told and think what they did is no big deal because legally it's not rape.

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

Abram Rescues Lot

1 And it came to pass in the days of Amraphel king of Shinar, Arioch king of Ellasar, Chedorlaomer king of Elam, and Tidal king of nations, 2 that these made war with Bera king of Sodom, and with Birsha king of Gomorrah, Shinab king of Admah, and Shemeber king of Zeboiim, and the king of Bela, which is Zoar. 3 All these were joined together in the Vale of Siddim, which is the Salt Sea. 4 Twelve years they served Chedorlaomer, and in the thirteenth year they rebelled. 5 And in the fourteenth year came Chedorlaomer and the kings that were with him, and smote the Rephaim in Ashteroth Karnaim, and the Zuzim in Ham, and the Emim in Shaveh Kiriathaim, 6 and the Horites in their Mount Seir, unto Elparan, which is by the wilderness. 7 And they returned and came to Enmishpat, which is Kadesh, and smote all the country of the Amalekites and also the Amorites, who dwelt in Hazezontamar. 8 And there went out the king of Sodom, and the king of Gomorrah, and the king of Admah, and the king of Zeboiim, and the king of Bela (the same is Zoar), and they joined battle with them in the Vale of Siddim, 9 against Chedorlaomer the king of Elam, and against Tidal king of nations, and Amraphel king of Shinar, and Arioch king of Ellasar – four kings against five. 10 And the Vale of Siddim was full of slime pits; and the kings of Sodom and Gomorrah fled and fell there, and those who remained fled to the mountain. 11 And they took all the goods of Sodom and Gomorrah and all their victuals, and went their way. 12 And they took Lot, Abram's brother's son, who dwelt in Sodom, and his goods and departed. 13 And there came one who had escaped, and told Abram the Hebrew, for he dwelt on the plain of Mamre the Amorite, brother of Eshcol and brother of Aner; and these were confederate with Abram. 14 And when Abram heard that his brother was taken captive, he armed his trained servants, born in his own house (three hundred and eighteen), and pursued them unto Dan. 15 And he divided himself against them, he and his servants by night, and smote them and pursued them unto Hobah, which is on the left hand of Damascus. 16 And he brought back all the goods, and also brought again his brother Lot and his goods, and the women also and the people. — Genesis 14:1-16 | Third Millennium Bible (TMB) Third Millennium Bible, New Authorized Version, Copyright 1998 by Deuel Enterprises, Inc. All rights reserved. Cross References: Genesis 10:10; Genesis 10:19; Genesis 10:22; Genesis 11:3; Genesis 11:27; Genesis 12:5; Genesis 13:10; Genesis 13:12; Genesis 13:18; Genesis 16:14; Genesis 19:17; Genesis 21:21; Numbers 32:37; Numbers 34:12; Deuteronomy 1:4; 1 Samuel 30:8; 1 Samuel 30:18; Hosea 11:8; Acts 9:2; Acts 9:8; Acts 9:10

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

By: Eliezer Yudkowsky

Published; Aug 4, 2007

The earliest account I know of a scientific experiment is, ironically, the story of Elijah and the priests of Baal.

The people of Israel are wavering between Jehovah and Baal, so Elijah announces that he will conduct an experiment to settle it—quite a novel concept in those days! The priests of Baal will place their bull on an altar, and Elijah will place Jehovah’s bull on an altar, but neither will be allowed to start the fire; whichever God is real will call down fire on His sacrifice. The priests of Baal serve as control group for Elijah—the same wooden fuel, the same bull, and the same priests making invocations, but to a false god. Then Elijah pours water on his altar—ruining the experimental symmetry, but this was back in the early days—to signify deliberate acceptance of the burden of proof, like needing a 0.05 significance level. The fire comes down on Elijah’s altar, which is the experimental observation. The watching people of Israel shout “The Lord is God!”—peer review.

And then the people haul the 450 priests of Baal down to the river Kishon and slit their throats. This is stern, but necessary. You must firmly discard the falsified hypothesis, and do so swiftly, before it can generate excuses to protect itself. If the priests of Baal are allowed to survive, they will start babbling about how religion is a separate magisterium which can be neither proven nor disproven.

Back in the old days, people actually believed their religions instead of just believing in them. The biblical archaeologists who went in search of Noah’s Ark did not think they were wasting their time; they anticipated they might become famous. Only after failing to find confirming evidence—and finding disconfirming evidence in its place—did religionists execute what William Bartley called the retreat to commitment, “I believe because I believe.”

Back in the old days, there was no concept of religion’s being a separate magisterium. The Old Testament is a stream-of-consciousness culture dump: history, law, moral parables, and yes, models of how the universe works—like the universe being created in six days (which is a metaphor for the Big Bang), or rabbits chewing their cud. (Which is a metaphor for . . .)

Back in the old days, saying the local religion “could not be proven” would have gotten you burned at the stake. One of the core beliefs of Orthodox Judaism is that God appeared at Mount Sinai and said in a thundering voice, “Yeah, it’s all true.” From a Bayesian perspective that’s some darned unambiguous evidence of a superhumanly powerful entity. (Although it doesn’t prove that the entity is God per se, or that the entity is benevolent—it could be alien teenagers.) The vast majority of religions in human history—excepting only those invented extremely recently—tell stories of events that would constitute completely unmistakable evidence if they’d actually happened. The orthogonality of religion and factual questions is a recent and strictly Western concept. The people who wrote the original scriptures didn’t even know the difference.

The Roman Empire inherited philosophy from the ancient Greeks; imposed law and order within its provinces; kept bureaucratic records; and enforced religious tolerance. The New Testament, created during the time of the Roman Empire, bears some traces of modernity as a result. You couldn’t invent a story about God completely obliterating the city of Rome (a la Sodom and Gomorrah), because the Roman historians would call you on it, and you couldn’t just stone them.

In contrast, the people who invented the Old Testament stories could make up pretty much anything they liked. Early Egyptologists were genuinely shocked to find no trace whatsoever of Hebrew tribes having ever been in Egypt—they weren’t expecting to find a record of the Ten Plagues, but they expected to find something. As it turned out, they did find something. They found out that, during the supposed time of the Exodus, Egypt ruled much of Canaan. That’s one huge historical error, but if there are no libraries, nobody can call you on it.

The Roman Empire did have libraries. Thus, the New Testament doesn’t claim big, showy, large-scale geopolitical miracles as the Old Testament routinely did. Instead the New Testament claims smaller miracles which nonetheless fit into the same framework of evidence. A boy falls down and froths at the mouth; the cause is an unclean spirit; an unclean spirit could reasonably be expected to flee from a true prophet, but not to flee from a charlatan; Jesus casts out the unclean spirit; therefore Jesus is a true prophet and not a charlatan. This is perfectly ordinary Bayesian reasoning, if you grant the basic premise that epilepsy is caused by demons (and that the end of an epileptic fit proves the demon fled).

Not only did religion used to make claims about factual and scientific matters, religion used to make claims about everything. Religion laid down a code of law—before legislative bodies; religion laid down history—before historians and archaeologists; religion laid down the sexual morals—before Women’s Lib; religion described the forms of government—before constitutions; and religion answered scientific questions from biological taxonomy to the formation of stars.1 The modern concept of religion as purely ethical derives from every other area’s having been taken over by better institutions. Ethics is what’s left.

Or rather, people think ethics is what’s left. Take a culture dump from 2,500 years ago. Over time, humanity will progress immensely, and pieces of the ancient culture dump will become ever more glaringly obsolete. Ethics has not been immune to human progress—for example, we now frown upon such Bible-approved practices as keeping slaves. Why do people think that ethics is still fair game?

Intrinsically, there’s nothing small about the ethical problem with slaughtering thousands of innocent first-born male children to convince an unelected Pharaoh to release slaves who logically could have been teleported out of the country. It should be more glaring than the comparatively trivial scientific error of saying that grasshoppers have four legs. And yet, if you say the Earth is flat, people will look at you like you’re crazy. But if you say the Bible is your source of ethics, women will not slap you. Most people’s concept of rationality is determined by what they think they can get away with; they think they can get away with endorsing Bible ethics; and so it only requires a manageable effort of self-deception for them to overlook the Bible’s moral problems. Everyone has agreed not to notice the elephant in the living room, and this state of affairs can sustain itself for a time.

Maybe someday, humanity will advance further, and anyone who endorses the Bible as a source of ethics will be treated the same way as Trent Lott endorsing Strom Thurmond’s presidential campaign. And then it will be said that religion’s “true core” has always been genealogy or something.

The idea that religion is a separate magisterium that cannot be proven or disproven is a Big Lie—a lie which is repeated over and over again, so that people will say it without thinking; yet which is, on critical examination, simply false. It is a wild distortion of how religion happened historically, of how all scriptures present their beliefs, of what children are told to persuade them, and of what the majority of religious people on Earth still believe. You have to admire its sheer brazenness, on a par with Oceania has always been at war with Eastasia. The prosecutor whips out the bloody axe, and the defendant, momentarily shocked, thinks quickly and says: “But you can’t disprove my innocence by mere evidence—it’s a separate magisterium!”

And if that doesn’t work, grab a piece of paper and scribble yourself a Get Out of Jail Free card.

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1 The Old Testament doesn't talk about a sense of wonder at the complexity of the universe, perhaps because it was too busy laying down the death penalty for women who wore mens clothing, which was solid and satisfying religious content of that era.

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I've said this myself less eloquently. Believers say, "pffth, you're not supposed to take it literally." Since when? Where does it say that?

The scripture was written as a science book, a morality book, a law book, a history book. For over a thousand years it was regarded as "true."

Now that we've figured out it's wrong, all of a sudden, it's not supposed to be taken literally? That sure is embarrassing for all of the governments, courtrooms, schools and institutions that based their laws, judgements, teachings and understandings of the world on the bible, never knowing they weren't supposed to take it literally. All the people convicted of crimes, imprisoned or executed, subjected to "healing" and "remedies," denounced as heretics and blasphemers because of the bible. Oopsie!

[ Thanks to a follower for the recommendation. ]

[skele-bunny]

What if I'm a little silly with Ghost B.C??

Nsfw under cut 💪💪

"On stage?!"

"A-After, of course!!"

Sodo looked at Mountain, both of their cheeks a darker color of their eyes against grey skin. It was during the intermission, and no one could help but notice the earth ghouls heavy cock outline against his sweaty pants. He had made a b-line for their pack Leader, offering his neck, which if course was accepted, and then blurting out his desire.

"Mountain... There are cameras out there, non-stage hands, practically anyone who can see and ruin our reputation." Sodo tried to reason with him.

It seemed to work, Mountain's ears drooping as he nodded sadly. He whined as Sodo kissed his cheek, patting his ass.

"I'll make it up to you, big guy. Promise!"

...

It had ended, the final bow complete. Mountain went back to his drum set, putting the kit away starting with his sticks and pedals. The smell of ash tickled his nose, but paying no mind as Sodo was known for disconnecting wires. However, the press against his back said other wise.

"Mounty," Sodo purred, now gripping Mountain's horns. "You busy?"

The earth ghoul shook his head now, grimacing as Sodo used his horns to swing onto his lap, undoing his vest with ease. Mountain trilled at the response, feeling his cock kick and quickly come to life again. Sodo moved up some, his small body pressed against Mountain's chest and his own self hard against the loose pants.

"I thought-"

"Shh. Your puppy face killed me."

Their lips interlinked, tongues caressing over one another while hands began to wander. Sodo's shirt was discarded quickly, the fire ghoul groaning as Mountain bent his head forward, soft tongue going over his pierced nipples. Their limbs quickly became entangled, breaths heavy, and clothes discarded. The height difference between the two led Sodo bent over Mountain's drum throne - hole wet and inviting for said drummer.

Still, Mountain pushed his face in the warmth, tongue entering Sodo's ass - the pack leader hissing in pleasure and welcoming the feeling. Mountain continued tongue fucking the other, hand wrapping around his long length to give a few pumps before standing up on his knees - perfect height after adjusting the throne up a bit more. Pressing the tip in, the two let out their own moans, Sodo gripping the leather as he was stretched out. Tail flicking back and forth, Sodo whined as Mountain pushed more in. The two eventually became flushed, not wasting time as Mountain pulled back to thrust back in.

Very quickly, wet slaps, moans, and grunts escaped the stand. Sodo had tears run down his face, panting as his cock dribbled pre freely on the floor - his slick running down his taint and dripping off his balls. Mountain, however, was nothing but growls and grunts. His voice gone, lost in pleasure as he fucked his mate without care - head tilted back as he could feel his knot growing with every thrust.

"Mount-" Sodo gasped, letting out a heavier moan as his mate began hitting his prostate. "Fuck! Fuck, I can't take your knot- I-"

Claws in his hair quickly silenced Sodo from his plead, head yanking back. He was fucking tiny against Mountain's body, looking up as his partner leaned over, forcing his tongue down his throat. Sodo gagged, drool now joining his tears down his neck. With a particularly hard thrust, Sodo moaned in Mountain's mouth, cumming on the stage floor. He couldn't even yell as Mountain forced his knot inside - dragging and catching, pulling Sodo back with sweet, wet 'pop's. His hole was expanded more than he'd ever think, eyes rolling back and losing his strength to stay up. Mountain held him up strictly by his cock, the drum throne, and the hand in his hair to keep his torso up. The drummer moved out of Sodo's mouth, going to his Leader's neck. He licked his bond mark but moved further down his shoulder, fangs digging in just as his knot pushed in for the final time.

Sodomizer yelled, gargling on his own drool and scream as his insides were flooded with Mountain's cum. His body shook, overwhelmed by the pleasure and vision getting spotty. Mountain rocked his hips in again, letting Sodo's hair go and carefully laying him flat against the throne. Sodo heaved for air, completely fucked out. His eyes closed.

By time his eyes opened again, the feeling of vibrations and soft chatter woke him up. The fire ghoul yawned, rubbing his eyes to get rid of the crust, inhaling the scent of flowers and pine. Sodo looked at Mountain who rested under him as his personal bed, tail covering his hips. Sodo groaned, back flaring up as he sat up, finally recognizing the tour bus bunks. His ear flicked as he pushed the curtain open, seeing Cirrus go to her own bunk.

"Hey! Ru'!" Sodo whisper-shouted, getting the Ghoulettes attention. "Who got my stuff?"

She chuckled, shaking her head. "Rain did, and you should've seen Kevin's face when he came across you two. Priceless!" She sung with a laugh. "We had to dismantle around you both until Mountain could slip out, and you just wouldn't wake up. I don't blame you, though. He's a beast, ain't he?"

She gently caressed Sodo's cheek, the fire ghoul huffing in embarrassment. He retreated back into the bunk after saying his thanks, curling back up against Mountain's neck. He licked his mates bond, eventually starting to purr as he embraced the earth ghoul beneath him.

[walkswithmyfather]

Numbers in the Bible are significant! Over the next few weeks I'm going to share the meaning of some of them. (Although, this is just what we humans think they mean. Only God really knows what He means by all the numbers in the Bible. Amen!)

“The Meaning of Numbers in the Bible: The Number 40” By Kevin Halloran:

“Mentioned 146 times in Scripture, the number 40 generally symbolizes a period of testing, trial or probation. During Moses' life, he lived forty years in Egypt and forty years in the desert before God selected him to lead his people out of slavery.

Moses was also on Mount Sinai for 40 days and nights, on two separate occasions (Exodus 24:18, 34:1 - 28), receiving God's laws. He also sent spies, for forty days, to investigate the land God promised the Israelites as an inheritance (Numbers 13:25, 14:34).

The prophet Jonah powerfully warned ancient Nineveh, for forty days, that its destruction would come because of its many sins. The prophet Ezekiel laid on His right side for 40 days to symbolize Judah's sins (Ezekiel 4:6).

Elijah went 40 days without food or water at Mount Horeb. Jesus was tempted by the devil many times during the 40 complete days he fasted just before his ministry began. He also appeared to his disciples and others for 40 days after his resurrection from the dead.

The number forty can also represent a generation of man. Because of their sins after leaving Egypt, God swore that the generation of Israelites who left Egyptian bondage would not enter their inheritance in Canaan (Deuteronomy 1). The children of Israel were punished by wandering the wilderness for 40 years before a new generation was allowed to possess the Promised Land.

Jesus, just days before his crucifixion, prophesied the total destruction of Jerusalem (Matthew 24:1 - 2, Mark 13:1 - 2). Forty years after his crucifixion in 30 A.D., the mighty Roman Empire destroyed the city and burned its beloved temple to the ground.

Appearances of the number forty: The book of Exodus, with its 40 chapters and 1,213 verses, is the seventh longest book. The longest is the Psalms.

From the time they entered the Promised Land, to the time of King Saul, Israel was sporadically governed by a number of individuals known as Judges. Though they did not rule like a king, they nevertheless had a tremendous influence on the people, as they represented God and were inspired to execute his will. Judges who served 40 years include Othniel, Deborah and Barak, Eli and Gideon.

The first three human kings over the children of Israel, Saul, David and Solomon, each ruled for forty years (1050 to 930 B.C.). After the united kingdom split into two separate pieces, King Joash served forty official years (39 actual years) as one of Judah's better kings.

Abraham tried to bargain with God to not destroy Sodom and Gomorrah if forty righteous people were found (Genesis 18:29). Both Isaac and Esau were forty years old when they were first married (Genesis 25:20, 26:34).

God flooded the earth by having it rain for forty days and nights (Genesis 7:12). After the patriarch Jacob (Israel) died in Egypt, the Egyptians spent forty days embalming his body (Genesis 50:3).”

These are just some of the examples of the number 40 in the Bible. And the Bible was written by forty different people! Now, none of this is “coincidence.” Amen!

[transgenderer]

Dead Sea Works is the world's fourth-largest producer and supplier of potash products.[6] The company also produces magnesium chloride, industrial salts, de-icers, bath salts, table salt, and raw materials for the cosmetic industry.[6] It has customers in over 60 countries. Dead Sea Works is part of the Fertilizers Division of Israel Chemicals Ltd.[5] It is located in the southern basin of the Dead Sea and the extracted chemicals are exported around the world.[7]

this massive potash evaporation pond is traditionally said to be near the site of the biblical sodom. its near mount sodom

[ome-magical-ramblings]

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[annwrites]

All I do is listen to music & come up with story ideas. But I'm too exhausted to write anything.

Misc. notes below of said ideas, nonetheless, however.

So the part in my Preacher's Daughter fic where they go to the abandoned church at night in chapter 4 was actually inspired by Kristin Michael Hayter's Saved! album. Because I had this scene idea of wandering into an abandoned church at night where something just feels...wrong while listening to it. Almost as if its congregation fled from it some time ago. It's known not why. Perhaps because others came upon them & saw they were doing terrible things & wanted them gone. Banished. Or because the location no longer was suitable to their needs.

I know that chapter doesn't give those vibes, but the scene of reader & Billy sitting in the pew in that church waiting for Old Nick to take the pulpit originated from the aforementioned idea.

I would still like to do something more, in regards to writing something inspired by that album, but I think it would have to be an original story, tbh. Nothing fanfic-wise suits it.

Like...all I have in mind is a young woman wandering the woods at night, & finding this dilapidated Baptist or Pentecostal church that she's never even heard of being in this before. And as she begins to snoop along those things which were left behind, a cassette tape, or record with homemade music on it is amongst the objects abandoned.

It unsettles her when she first attempts at listening to it, due to its nature. Almost like it's not for her ears. It is something which was meant only for those who worshipped at that church's altar to hear. Nevertheless, she gradually works her way through the tape, and when she gets to the end, there's...perhaps a message.

A message indicating it was very-much meant to be found. And that whosoever finds it has been given a gift. An invitation. To join them. Their church. But they must find them. And the clues for where they have gone lie within the tape in their hands. It must be dissected. Only through destruction do you achieve rebirth, perhaps.

Unravel the spools and find its secrets.

Idk.

I'm still playing with ideas for my cultmember!reader x Billy fic, which is inspired by Nicole Dollanganger's Married in Mount Airy album.

I think the Satanic Panic is going to play a large part in why Neil chooses for he & Billy to join this community. The notes I have so far about this plot device is that Billy is angry & rebellious. He's drinking, smoking, having promiscuous sex, driving recklessly & acquiring tickets. His father sees him as irresponsible & disrespectful. He's also falling behind at school & getting into trouble. He's hanging out with undesirables, listening to vulgar rock music, etc.

So, moving to Mount Airy could be seen as a good, fresh start to finally straighten him out.

I do intend to borrow various aspects from different cults to build my own.

For example, "Flirty Fishing" from Children of God aka The Family International will be how Neil is initially lured in. He meets a woman in town who slowly "reels him in" with her body & 'feminine wiles', so to speak. She convinces him that life atop their mountain is so much better than the sodom below. It will save his son.

So, he sells his house, Billy's car, most of their belongings, and ofc this money will serve their new...community instead.

Billy is absolutely heartbroken & distraught, feeling like he's been utterly betrayed. And while he may not say it, he's terrified of what's happening to him/his life: this sudden uprooting & having the one thing he cared about more than anything else taken away from him—his Camaro. His dad is shifting into an entirely different person & he's never felt more alone in the world.

But then reader is there.

Initially, he hates her like everyone else from within the compound, but she's sweet to him & tries her best to be understanding of how he must be feeling.

And when their prophet pushes the two of them into an arranged marriage, Billy is livid over the prospect at first, until reader helps him to realize how it's truly a positive thing. Through their marriage, they will be given their own home, which he will become head of. It will be a safe place—will be whatever he wants it to be. So he relents & thus consents to their union.

I might have the cult use Bibles which contain only the Old Testament within them, bc they don't know that the New one exists. Meaning they believe there's no way to be forgiven for their sins (the Crucifixion), so they best not sin to begin with.

My serialkiller!billy fic is inspired by about 4 different things: Ethel Cain's songs August Underground, Western Nights, & her new album Perverts, as well as the TV show Sharp Objects.

So, I intend—as of the date that I post this—for the fic to be at least 2 parts (not to be mistaken for chapters). The first part will be entitled August Underground & will cover Billy's murders of young women in Hawkins, as well as he & reader falling into a relationship & subsequently in love. A relationship which he is constantly planning for. Planning on how to bury himself inside her head until he has her wrapped coil-tight around his finger. Until she's starry-eyed & sees him as everything she's been hoping & praying for since she was a little girl who dreamed of fairytales.

Until.

Billy takes her into the woods where the first murder occurred—unbeknownst to her—and has sex with her in that very spot. And then he takes her to the town cemetery late & night & gives her oral while she's seated upon the headstone of another victim of his, which he spills cum all over when he finishes. Just his small way of disrespecting & desecrating it.

The time will come when she slowly begins to put pieces together.

Perhaps she & Nancy go out walking one day & Nancy relays to her that the woods they're walking in...right over there near that all-too familiar log is where Tina—Nancy's late friend—was killed. And then reader gently confronts Billy & he plays ignorant—makes her believe that he had no idea. That he's so incredibly sorry for ever taking her to that spot & for them doing what they did there. And she believes him.

Until she can't get it out of her mind & she goes to the cemetery alone one day & sees that the headstone he gave her oral upon is that of another girl who was recently murdered.

She keeps what she's beginning to fear to herself.

But through these discoveries, the rose-tinted glasses have begun to lift.

He...can't be, surely. But then she begins to watch him more closely. Observes him. And she bears witness to things she didn't notice before. Just...odd mannerisms. And how truly short his temper is. And how he'll leave the house at odd hours. How he'll talk & whisper unintelligibly to himself when he thinks she's not around.

She begins to snoop. Desperate for proof one way or the other.

And then she finds it (I'm unsure what 'it' is yet, however). And Billy catches her red-handed. And she panics. But he isn't upset or angry.

He's glad: no more lying & hiding who he truly is anymore. This was the last piece of himself he had to share with her. And now, she can have all of him—the light & the dark.

All she can think is how unhinged he sounds.

And he can see it in her eyes: she's afraid, she wants out. She'll tell.

So he devises a plan. Just stay one last night with him, and he'll let her go. She's the only girl he's ever loved; he could never harm her. Just trust him for this one last night. And she stays bc she knows it's not truly a request. And she's afraid of telling him no in his moment.

He drugs her dinner.

And she wakes in the backseat of his Camaro the next state over.

And thus begins the Western Nights portion of the fic.